Note To Reader

Though we’ve never met, to you
I’ll show my wounds, express
the feelings those closest to me never
see; show you the pitiful part of me.

I’ll admit the things I fail to see,
until I start writing–when emotions
become clear to me. I’ll admit to being
weak and having anger. I’ll tell you
things you may never want to hear,
truths of past said to be buried
though they just lie rotting here
in the midst of my words and fears.

I’ve decided to become bare, show you
every inch of me– what is there to fear.
Though you may judge, name me victim
or bitch, whatever side you may choose
all of these I am– I will no longer deny.

'Cause these words are my diary screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them however you want to (1)
But with this I am okay; I have no reason
to hide from the bruises
that blacken my insides–
This is me.

(1) lyrics from Anna Nalick Breathe